Something Strange

This is something strange
This is a story I’ve written twice before or haven’t written
This is laying down with the air conditioner on high

This is something odd – a fortysomething ghost investigator
Who lectured us with disembodied voices
Who was showing us pictures in the static
Who is now with the ghosts himself

This is panic – this is accidently touching moss
Seeing a yo-yo, breathing past the graveyard
Washing your hands 23 times, back and forth
Now thinking good thoughts good thoughts good thoughts
So that no one will die